Entitled
It’s hard to shake it—
that feeling.
The rage—
the confusion.
The—
How could you do this to me?
The—
Do you know who I am?
That part of you—
clouded.
muddled.
dripping with privilege.
Entitled |Poetry.
Entitled
It’s hard to shake it—
that feeling.
The rage—
the confusion.
The—
How could you do this to me?
The—
Do you know who I am?
That part of you—
clouded.
muddled.
dripping with privilege.
Poetic Earth 
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